Draw up a chair and light a light
And find a book to read.
The heavens are dark and wild the night
And home is home indeed.
The louder seems the winter's ire
Tonight, the brighter seems the fire,
For when the wintry storms begin
The more the comfort here within.
The wind is at the windowpane,
The wind is at the door.
It shakes the house and shakes in vain,
For loud the chimney's roar.
And higher leaps the crimson blaze
In winter than in summer days.
The more the weather is unkind,
A greater joy within we find.
The fields in springtime call us forth,
Their rosy paths to roam,
But when the wind is in the north,
We pluck the rose at home.
Perhaps God sends the wintry hours
To show that there are other flowers,
For when a roof and fire you need,
Ah, then a home is home indeed.
Home Indeed
by
Douglas Malloch (May 5, 1877 – July 2, 1938) was an American poet, short-story writer and Associate Editor of American Lumberman, a trade paper in Chicago. He was known as a "Lumberman's poet" both locally and nationally. He is noted for writing Round River Drive and "Be the Best of Whatever You Are" in addition to many other creations. He was commissioned to write new lyrics for the Michigan State Song, Michigan, My Michigan in 1902.
Michigan was well known for its lumber in the early days. Interesting article on that history here.
(all photos were found at pixabay.com)
